A day later I got a textasking me to see the Ms Auldwych, who was, she said, distraught. So Iturned up at her flat. I shouldn't have gone. I shouldn't...have sat down.I shouldn't have drunk the 'apple juice' - or was it cider? - and Icertainly shouldn't have bitten into the apple that she'd already had abite out of. Not if I wanted things to stay the same as they were, thatis.The combination of the drink and the apple, or maybe just the one ofthem, sort of paralysed me. Evelyn pranced around, and. In no time at all, they were undressed. Harriet had had the benefit of a bath earlier in the day, and Tony saw no need to restrain his worshipping. Happy squeals escaped from Harriet’s mouth when Tony kissed his way down along her body, taking his time to explore her sensitive spots. For the first time since their reconciliation, he licked and probed her delicate opening, using his mouth and fingers until he had Harriet squirming and moaning. Determined to bring her to a release, he ignored her. Bobbie recalledonce in his senior year of high school, when he'd been forced to clean thewindow wearing a bra and panty set covered with lovely bright red hearts. He'd cleaned ohso quickly because his teammates on the varsity football squad and theirfriends had been laughing over the fence at him... Mummie had founda speck of dust and had taken poor Bobbie out into the yard and forced him topull down his panties, covered with hearts, and take a nasty lashing with athorny branch from her prize. I scratched my head to have a plausible excuse for why I had my head turned in such a way that I looked right at her – just in case she’d look up and catching spying on her. What could be the reason for her crying? A break-up? Loss of a family member? Or had she perhaps recently lost her job? She was still reasonably young. She should be out with friends or hurrying home to a young man, she shouldn’t be travelling all alone, crying. I turned away again. It really wasn’t my problem, she had made.